the wages of sin hold my heart hostage. my mouth is still cruel. my skin is in bondage. my body is scarred from the lyrics I've carved. bruises I've healed. lips that I've starved. wounds I've replaced with love and with hate. the truth set me free. but my faith was raped. I've broken my silence. lied to myself. spoken in violence. been someone else. screamed at my demons. prayed to my god. begged for forgiveness. my hands are still hot.